Personal Narrative : The Story Of Beauty And The Beast

This year was my last year at The Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot.

The radiant rays of light leapt off of the sun’s surface while a tiny flock of hummingbirds filled the azure sky with their sweet song. Meanwhile, the sky itself was clear, a blank canvas of light blue painted across the horizon. At the time, I was 5’5, athletically built, and relatively average in height compared to my seventh grade classmates. I had uneven locks of black hair that seemed to go out in every direction, similar to the quills of porcupine. Nevertheless, my body movements were sluggish due to the lack of sleep I had been receiving.

Doing something new can be terrifying and freighting. The hardest thing that I’ve had trouble with is doing things in front of people. When onlookers stare at me it makes me feel awkward. The summer of two thousand and eleven, I made the volleyball team at Covington High School so, that meant this would put me in front of a lot of people. My team name was The Lady Lions. The Lady Lions and I have practiced all summer long for our first game. Unfortunately the first Monday of school was my first game. Monday’s arrival at school came fast! The game was at the end of the school day but, the more I thought about it the more nervous it was. This was a new situation for me because I’ve never been in front of a crowd that big.

I live in place that is a replica of the Disney animated movie The Princess and the Frog. N’awlins, Lusiana. Walking down the streets of the French Quarters, because the only thing in N’awlins is the French Quarters, of course) there is always a brass band playing, and there’s always zydeco music playing as well. People in N’awlins; natives, and tourist are always dancing, and singing marching down to Jackson Square to have a festival, because Jackson Square is the only thing that is in the French Quarters. Being from N’awlins, my daily food consumption only contains, Gumbo for Breakfast, Crawfish for Lunch, More Gumbo, and more crawfish for dinner, and of Course Beignets for desert. My daily mode of transportation is the Street car, because

I woke up hearing her alarm indicating that it was time for school. Why are the weekends over so quick, it’s Monday already, I groaned to myself.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

“Beauty and The Beast” is a classic well known romantic Disney movie that depicts the gender role of men and women in society. The film is based upon a smart young female protagonist named Belle who is imprisoned by a self-centered young prince after he has been turned into a beast. They both learn to love each other in the end and throughout the film there are several examples shown portraying the roles of gender. In the film the main characters Gaston and the Beast portray themselves as rude, conceited and more important than the woman even though the main character Belle is a woman whom is considered odd, yet smart, and unrelated to most women in society.

It had been a month since Bud Shirley’s death. At only sixteen years of age, young Belle Starr stared at the gravesite with a heavy heart. Her brother had been by her side since her birth in 1848. Her mother had taught her to enjoy ladylike pursuits, but Bud had taught her how to ride and shoot a gun. Belle excelled at marksmanship and put herself above any man. With Bud gone, Belle found a new way to exploit her talent by running away from her Missouri home and stealing riches. As a right hand to Jesse James, Belle was the “Bandit Queen” and was an outlaw in her own right. In her travels, Belle had never forgotten her brother’s murder at the hands of Yankee soldiers. As she stood at the grave of her brother, her partner, Bruce Younger, dismounted his horse.

I didn’t learn how to read until 2ed grade.Beacuse parents divorced my dad would take me to school some days and my mom would take me others. Little did I know my mom would drink and get high after I went to bed at night. In the morning she would sleep in with a hangover so I got dressed and ready on my own. She would not wake till 11:00 so I would play dolls and watch cartoons all morning. Because of this, I missed about 30% of grades K-3. In 3ed grade me and my dad and stepmom learned of my moms addiction. I stopped seeing my mom for a long time. During that time I discovered the joy of reading. I started later than the others so I ended up at a low reading level but once I learned to read, well, I never stopped.Stories are

’John’s wife, Scarlett, murdered him. She murdered him for money. He was affiliated with the mafia, loaded with cash. He was spending it like water and so she killed him quick, payed of course. Tophat Terry was also paid to lie. He didn’t set foot in the residence in question. The glass shards shattered on top of John, and had her statement been true, ‘’the shattering of glass and my Dear John’s cries.’’ Then that indicates the intruder broke the glass before attacking John. This is not possible; however, as the glass lay on top of John, meaning it was shattered after. If this was a simple misunderstanding on my behalf, and she is telling the truth about the glass, then John would have been alerted if an intruder broke into his home. Who could

By the fourth time my horse, Ruby, bucked me off, I had hit the ground enough times to finally get some sense nocked into me. Ruby was my most recent training project. It was late spring and I had gotten her the previous fall as an unstarted two-year-old. She has always been an especially sensitive mare, which at the time, made her an extra flighty filly. Out of the six horses I have started, Ruby was the only one to ever buck me off, and not just once, but four times.

In one of my recent fellowship group meetings, we were studying Acts 16, and it was pointed out that Paul and Timothy kept going back to places, regardless of the rejection they often received. Their tireless efforts paid off handsomely, rewarding them with the salvation of many souls, for which they always gave thanks to God.

Disney is truly the happiest place on earth. Every kid wants to go,but does every kid get to go? I'm going and i can't fully wrap my head around the idea that on September 15th-I'll see Mickey Mouse and all the marvels of Disney!

For along time feminist have argued, that Disney’s Beauty and the Beast is just like the rest of the Disney princess, and often times deconstructing this film adaptation and painting over real abusive relationships. Now

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to